We Did it Wanchai

As they say, "It ain't Over 'Till the Fat Bloke Sings", so this seemed to be an ideal way to end my contribution to the Blog (well probably). It really should be an Elvis song given our experience in the White Stag, although I'm sure he has sung this at some stage, most people have. But it's Frank Sinatra's My Way that's going to end things, specially adapted to pay homage to our home from home in Hong Kong. Sing it loud and sing it proud.
　
And now, the end is near,
And we approach the final posting.
My friends, we're all now home,
We’ve had such fun, and we're not boasting.
We’ve lived a week that's full
We’ve drunk in bars and that is no lie.
And more, much more than this,
We did it Wanchai.

Headaches? We’ve had a few,
But then again, we did deserve them.
We did what we had to do
Without much sleep, without exemption.
We planned each bar and club,
Each restaurant, never a day dry,
And more, much more than this,
We drank in Wanchai.

Yes, there were times, I'm sure we knew,
When we stayed out, more than we should do,
But through it all, when there was beer,
We drank it all and called for more.
We drank all that and still went back,
To dear old Wanchai.

We’ve loved, we’ve laughed and cried,
Bet on some nags, that end up losing,
But now, as tears subside,
We find this blog all so amusing.
To think we wrote all that,
And may we say, not in a shy way,
Oh no, we're there again,
We're down in Wanchai.

For what is Hong Kong? What has it got?
If not Wanchai, then it has naught,
To the White Stag, just every night,
Trawl round the bars, until first light.
The HodgeBlog shows, we drank Tsing Taos
And did it Wanchai.